It's 2004 and I have a rotten cold. I don't think it's the flu, but it ain't fun. My sister was supposed to come in yesterday for a new year's party, but she was having a sore throat, same as I was. So, I made a brief appearance at my friends' party, and then came home a little after midnight, took some NyQuil, and then I zzzzzzzzzzzz.... Today the breakdown of the co-op continued. Friends of "Brian":http://ankle-biter.net/log/ were buying the plywood sheeting and struts to reassemble into their own climbing wall at home, so we helped load up a few pickup trucks with that stuff. All that's really left is to figure out how to dispose of the nasty cummy mattresses, but we weren't doing that today.

On the way out, we were talking to the guy who runs an antique record cover art store on the 3rd floor of the same building. He's a huge car nut, and he showed us his prize car... a recent-model Volvo with a Mustang Cobra V8 engine crammed in instead; quite a nice bit of mechanical trickery.